By: Jorge

I own a rare classic Mercedes and an old Toyota beater. Invariably, the women who are EXTREMELY friendly to me when I go out, unsolicited on my part, behave that way when they see I'm in my Merc and Sunday best. If I throw a little money around, the interest waxes proportionally. Conversely, if I experimentally seek to be amenable and charming when I drive up in the flivver and blue jeans, I get anything from lukewarm acknowledgement that I'm alive to "go away, creep", stares. This is why I can't but help call disingenuous cattle waste when local law enforcement agencies and frumpy peer associations attempt to victimize the working girl and vilify the john. Pimps aside, I think it's high time we cut the hypocritical drama on this issue...oh, wait, we're in the U.S. of A.